_Pam._ I think that woman Has done for me. Thank the gods she’s gone, and just in time; Here somebody comes from the house. _Enter Philolaches from Chremes’ house._ _PHILOLACHES._ Look out, Pamphilus! Your father is coming after you. _Pam._ He has found us out of course? _Ph._ He has guessed who Gorgo is; but still is quite in the dark. 1220 He still imagines Clinia slain and torn to bits On the plains of what d’ye call it.— _Pam._ What is best to do? _Ph._ Nothing. Let him rave it out. The quicker he heats, The quicker he’ll cool. _Pam._ But if you had ever seen him angry ... _Ph._ Don’t be afraid. _Pam._ I am. _Ph._ Throw all the blame on me. _Pam._ I hear him. _Re-enter Chremes, speaking as he comes out to Sostrata within._ _Chr._ It’s high time, wife, you stopped this precious noise, Deafening the gods with singing all your confounded praises For finding your daughter. You judge them by yourself perhaps, And think they can’t understand a simple thing, unless It’s told them a hundred times. (_To Pam._) Now, sir, ’tis you I want. 1230 Come here. _Pam._ What, father? _Chr._ _What, father?_ As innocent As milk, no doubt. You think it’s possible I do not know? I’ll tell you what: to-day I have found a daughter, sir, And lost a son. Begone and take your Gorgo with you: For I’ll not own you longer. Be off! Go where you will: But see you ne’er set foot beneath my roof again. _Pam._ Father, what do you mean? What have I done? _Chr._ You dare Ask! If I tell you now that you are a reprobate, An idle, dissipated, licentious, spendthrift fellow:— Is that enough? _Pam._ O father! _Chr._ Or if I add the rest, 1240 A mean, deceitful, undutiful, snivelling, sneaking cheat; A liar. _Pam._ Oh, I am not.